Sky War Soul

The people who looked down on Tang Haoran in the beginning were now subdued by his willpower.    

He was willing to sacrifice his life just to kill Tang Yizhi. Just how much grievance was there in his heart?    

Other than Tang Yaozhi's unsightly expression, everyone else was more inclined towards Tang Haoran.    

"He's done well enough."    

After a moment of silence, Tang Zixian finally spoke.    

That's right, Tang Haoran had done well enough!    

In a situation where it was completely impossible to reverse the situation in such a miraculous way, who could blame him for not doing anything?    

"He cannot let go. If he does, Tang Yizhi will kill him without hesitation."    

Chu Yun's expression became heavy. He did not expect that Tang Yizhi would actually have the power to retaliate after being injured like this. These results were beyond his expectations.    

Tang Haoran was his brother. He had previously advised Tang Haoran with the goal of letting him win this competition, not letting him perish together with him.    

But now, Tang Haoran and Tang Yizhi's killing intent had reached its peak, unless the two of them reached an agreement to stop at the same time, or someone else intervened, none of them would stop, until the last battle.    

"I never thought that we would be able to witness the killing of these young masters."    

"Yeah, they were always so high and mighty. I didn't expect that they would be no different from us when they get angry."    

"Sigh, just how much hatred do you think they must have for them to go all out like this?"    

"Yeah, we're all brothers, that's not necessary!"    

"How could you and I be allowed to talk about these things?"    

The audience began to speak one after another. Now that the situation had reached this point, there was no longer any need to continue watching.    

The wonderful battle had ended. Tang Haoran's unexpected attacks made people feel refreshed, and he was indeed the final winner.    

That's enough.    

Why must we have a fight to the death?    

What was there to be worried about?    

This was what the audience was thinking.    

"Kill, kill him!"    

Tang Zong watched the stage nervously. She couldn't help but clench her fists. Her body was covered in sweat.    

As long as this sword could completely extinguish Tang Haoran's life, then Tang Yizhi would be able to keep her life.    

"Crack!"    

Tang Haoran fiercely crushed the bone in Tang Yizhi's neck. Although it did not crush his trachea, it was obvious that Tang Yizhi was about to lose his life.    

As for him, he felt the same way.    

After being pierced by the sword light, his entire body began to tremble.    

The extreme pain in his chest told him that he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.    

His vision began to blur.    

All the strength in his body was also disappearing.    

Tang Haoran bit her tongue, the temporary pain sharpening her mind, he hissed: "Tang Yizhi, do you know, being able to take your life under the witness of over a hundred thousand people, I am already very satisfied."    

Tang Yizhi was thoroughly terrified. He continuously shook his head with eyes filled with shock and fury.    

When he truly touched death, Tang Yizhi was still afraid.    

He didn't think that Tang Haoran's determination would be so strong.    

Was he really going to die with her?    

Tang Yizhi's brain began to feel lack of oxygen, even his thinking became slow. He immediately steeled his heart, since he's already at this step, surrender is definitely impossible. Since that's the case, then I will drag you along even if I die!    

He frantically activated his last bit of consciousness, and once again activated the Green Light Cold Sword.    

"Chi!"    

The glowing green sword started to move inside Tang Haoran's body. In the end, the entire sword passed through her body, leaving behind a big bloody hole.    

At the same time, Tang Haoran exhausted all of her strength and completely crushed Tang Yizhi's neck.    

The sword suddenly dimmed and eventually dissipated into smoke.    

"No!"    

Tang Zong couldn't control her emotions and let out a miserable howl as she crazily charged toward the Dragon-Battling Arena, "You little b * stard! You dare to kill my son! I'll make you beg for death!"    

Tang Kewen was also shocked by the two's determination, but he did not forget to scold them.    

Upon seeing Tang Zong pouncing at him, he used his backhand to push him back. She shouted angrily, "You're crazy! How dare you act recklessly in the Family Competition!"    

Tang Zong stared blankly. It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, completely calming him down.    

This was the competition!    

This was the Family Competition!    

Of course he was furious that Tang Yizhi had been killed, but the Emperor of the Tang was still sitting on the throne.    

He had truly lost his composure!    

"I'm sorry royal father, I lost my composure!"    

Tang Zong took a deep breath and flew up to the stage. She reached out and picked up Tang Yizhi's body that was badly mutilated, and in one breath, she flew a few thousand meters away.    

Tang Haoran's body swayed, as she couldn't help but reveal a smile.    

In the end, he was still the final winner!    

His vision began to blur and the whole world started to become illusory. The last bit of energy in his body was squeezed out and Tang Haoran fiercely fell onto the stage.    

"Tang Haoran wins!"    

Tang Kewen announced the results with a complicated look in his eyes. He simply could not anticipate such a scene.    

He had underestimated Tang Haoran's determination, and had also underestimated the power that came from Tang Yizhi's desperate situation.    

No matter who it was, to the very end, they did not say the word 'surrender'.    

Tang Zixian's figure suddenly rushed out from the great hall, and arrived beside Tang Haoran.    

Chu Yun followed behind him with an anxious look on his face.    

Tang Zixian extended her hand to check Tang Haoran's breath, her charming face turning pale: "His breath is very weak, she could lose her life at any time!"    

"Use your pills to calm him down. Leave the rest to me!"    

Chu Yun was anxious in his heart, but he did not know how to deal with this situation. He could only seek help from the tarin: "tarin, what should I do now?"    

"Go find the ancient Ling Qiao tree tribe. Their Spring of Life is a good item. Remember, we need to get the Essence of life!"    

tarin was concise, she never dropped the chain at critical moments.    

"Eldest Miss, please let us save young master Haoran!"    

A few physicians walked up to Zhang Xuan from below the stage. They looked like they wanted to say something, but they hesitated upon hearing Zhang Xuan's words.    

"Scram!"    

Tang Zixian said coldly as she reached out to put a high quality pill into Tang Haoran's mouth and then used her spirit energy to help him refine it.    

There were many top-grade pellets in the Tang, and even a life-saving pellet that could save Tang Haoran, but Tang Zixian was unwilling to ask the Emperor of the Tang for help.    

The spiritual medicine she fed to Tang Haoran was to save his life. It could temporarily stabilize his last breath.    

"Don't touch him, lest you let go of your last breath. I'll be right back!"    

Chu Yun gave a few words to Tang Zixian, and then her figure suddenly and strangely disappeared from the Dragon-Battling Arena.    

When countless spectators saw this scene, they were all shocked.    

Why did Chu Yun disappear into thin air? Where did he go?    

A flash of understanding appeared in Emperor of the Tang's eyes, and he said thoughtfully: "The Nine Directions Purgatory Pagoda is interesting!"    

Chu Yun controlled his own figure with his mind, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the Ancient Spirit Qiao Tree Clan. Before he had the time to reminisce with the Spirit Tree, he asked, "Senior Spirit Tree, I need the Spring of Life to save my brother, can you bestow some upon me?"    

"Yes, my lord!"    

The spirit tree quickly nodded.    

This was a request, but it was also a command.    

As the controller of the Nine Directions Purgatory Pagoda, Chu Yun could naturally control their life and death at will.    

In short, he was the ruler of this world.    

The spirit tree stuck a branch into the Spring of Life and continued to suck on it.    

The Spring of Life let out a gurgling sound, as if it was boiling, hot air assaulting their faces.    

Soon enough, it pulled out a branch, and a drop of sparkling and translucent liquid appeared. "Milord, this is the Spring of Life's source. Please keep it well!"    

Chu Yun nodded, he grabbed the source energy and in the blink of an eye, he was once again on the Dragon Battlefield.    

From start to finish, he'd only left for a few short breaths of time.    

"Is there a way?"    

Tang Zixian's face turned pale white, as she looked helpless.    

Chu Yun nodded and placed the Spring of Life into Tang Haoran's mouth.    

"Boom!"    

A dense life force rose up high into the sky. The wounds on Tang Haoran's body were being washed away by the heat and were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.    

"Just one more breath. That was too dangerous."    

Chu Yun heaved a sigh of relief. He had finally saved Tang Haoran's life.    

It was also because Tang Haoran's life force was still strong. Even after being pierced by the sword intent, she still had a breath of life left in him.    

If it were any other cultivator, they would have been scared out of their wits long ago.    

"Thank you."    

Tang Zixian remained silent for a while, then said seriously.    

"No need to thank me. He's my brother, and he's also my little brother in the future. In short, you don't have to thank me. This is what I should do!"    

Chu Yun almost said the wrong thing and immediately coughed a few times to cover it up.